It is now the eleventh of July of ninety-seven. Max's relationship with Roxanne has continued strong. His part time position at Pete's has been ever expanding. Unfortunately however he and PJ had been mostly drifting away.
On this fine Saturday evening Max approaches Pete "Hey Mr. P, It's been quite some time since you've had yourself a fishing trip."
"So? I'm always stuck running the car lot and can't afford to close it a couple days to fish." Pete replied with a distinct sigh of displeasure.
"What if I run the shop this week and you enjoy yourself a well deserved break?" Max said in his best sales pitch voice. "You've taught me everything you know about making sales and since you taught me to drive I can take myself here and catch sales while you catch trout. Sooo? Whaddya say?"
"I guess it couldn't hurt, and I do deserve a good break" Pete said as he pondered Max's offer. Finally he made his decision and gladly exclaimed. "Why not! If you wanna throw you week away for me go ahead!"
With that being said Pete giddily went to his garage to start packing his fishing supplies. In the mean time Max went to the living room to make a call.
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"Hello? This is Roxanne speaking. Who am I speaking to?"
"Hey Roxy this is Max and I've got some good news and some bad news." He answered hesitantly.
"All right let's start with the bad."
"I'm gonna be busy all week buuut I've also been trusted to single handedly run the car lot all week."
"Oh Wow! Good job! To bad about you being unavailable next week but I'm sure we can do something tomorrow before the work week starts."
"Yeah that sounds great. How about I treat you to that new Italian place?"